Why do people complain about winter and snow when they live in Illinois?
Why is there an advertisement on the radio that encourages people to file bankruptcy now to be debt free?
Why does rejection hurt just as much when you're 34 as when you're 10?
Why did I not go on to med school?
Why does getting up early to work out not get any easier and feel energizing? or help me to lose weight?
I can't get enough of Duffy and Adele right now. In fact, they are pretty much exclusively what I listen to when not in my car. In my car, it's Fred Figglehorn.
I really like anagrams. Know what those are? They are basically word play... taking letters from a word or phrase and rearranging them to become a new word or phrase. Try it! Put your name in and tell me in the comments which new phrase is your favorite and why. My name favorites are:
Annoys ma spit - as in "Man, that really annoys ma spit!" It makes me think of being irritated, southern style!
Anatomy spins - yes it does! Really, if you've ever taken an anatomy class or played Speed Anatomy on your phone, you know what I mean!
Sanity maps on - again, yes it does! 
Welcome 2011 - the Simpsons start the year off the only way that seems familiar... medically! Apparently Sis has low blood pressure, which caused her to pass out at school. Other than a good knock on the head, she's recovered and thankfully, after a day in the hospital and with the cardiologist, it's not related to her pacemaker! We have to increase her salt intake and keep her hydrated, but there's no way to know when or where she'll do it again. I think the best and most cost effective solution is to just install a salt lick in her room, but that may not help the sale of the house. And as of Monday, Wy's no longer got a hernia and he's up and going with no pain meds today! He's tough. Surgery on Monday at 11:00a.m. and back at school on Tuesday at 8:10a.m.
And yeah, the house is still waiting for the right buyer to come along. She's a little more prettied up now with some new ceilings, a new light fixture and door in the boys' room, a new kitchen window and freshly painted back entry and basement stairs. She's been waiting for 10 months now... sigh. I keep telling myself that I shouldn't look at houses because I'll fall in love (or at least strong like) with one and not get it because ours hasn't sold. But, who am I to listen to me?!? We've been looking recently and I've found at least one that I really like and think would work well for our family. It's not perfect, but without unlimited funds, I know I won't find perfect.
While this may not be exciting to you, dear readers, you may soon get to see chronicles of my feet! Yep, the tanks, or at least the right one, is scheduled for surgery and I can hardly wait! To be able to walk and function without numbness and pain will be fabulous and worth the nasty surgery. I'm thinking I may even rename this temporarily The Bunion Blog... nah, that may be pushing it! I've got to go one foot at a time at my doc's request. She said I've got the feet of a 60 year old woman and I'm pretty sure that's not a compliment. I have bunions and tailor's bunions and I excessively pronate from fallen arches. As surgery gets closer I'll share details of what's going to happen. I may even get brave and show you pictures but I'll be sure to post fair warning, because, let's be real - even the way they look now is not for the faint of heart!Overheard at our house this week:
Me: Do you know what bullying is?
Beebo: Yes. SIGH. N___h in my class doesn't just bully, he torments me.
While I can't remember where this started or who was around, (read: I'm getting older) I was in a group recently and we were talking about food. I've always fancied food to be one of my favorite topics of conversation. I love food. I love bold, intense flavors and trying new things. At least, I think I do. Then someone in the group started talking about how weird I was because of the foods I don't like. Soon, the overall consensus became that I was a picky eater.
I was suddenly offended - not be being called weird since that is often a word used to describe me and I'm quite okay with it.I was offended by being called a picky eater. What? Me? I love food. I eat a lot. I am not picky. There are things I don't eat, but does that make me picky?! As is everything stored in my mind, of course I have a list:
- watermelon
- barbecue sauce/flavor
- dark meat chicken
- seafood
- cooked fruit/fruit pies
- ham
- cooked carrots
- sweet pickles
- kettle corn
- fried chicken
- chowder
So, looking at that list... am I picky? There are so many foods that I do love that I don't think I am, but maybe I'm in food denial. I have preferences. Maybe, just maybe, you can call me particular, but picky - nah. Overheard at our house:
Sis - "My knee hurts. I think I have bronchitis in it."
